Shift
A soap-bubble moon fades into a pale sky, a ghostly reminder of all that is ephemeral in the world, which is everything.
Every day is unique. The same trail is not the same when the lighting is different. And it's true that the only constant in life is change, but somehow the balance never gets too far out of whack.
Before I left for college, I was terrified of losing my spot in my group of friends. It happened when I went from elementary to middle school, and while the group of friends I found in middle and high school suited me better, I didn't want to find history repeating itself when I left my land of coyotes, scruffy chaparral, and hills for the world of banana slugs, redwood forests, and bigger hills.
Once the transition was complete, though, I found my fears to be mostly groundless. Thank God for the Internet - it helps me both keep in touch with people back home and ramble and pontificate here.
The first month or so was difficult due to a difference in the lifestyles of my floormates and myself. But the balance shifted, as it is wont to do, and I'm pretty sure I've "found my niche," in Bresnahan's words. I still miss everyone back home, dearly so, but life is getting quite exciting around here and I'm thinking that maybe I can find a way to balance myself as neatly as the universe does (or, failing that, as neatly as Tyler does when he climbs up the stair rail).
With that said, I suppose it sort of complicates things, or at least the "same trail" line, that I rarely take the same trail if I can help it - I've already been lost in Upper Campus twice this week. Tyler says if I start hearing people speak Russian, it's a sure sign I've gone too far. Ali says she's going to implant a GPS tracker in my neck. I say the balance is shifting quite nicely.
Current music: Modest Mouse: Float On